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..and you feel kind of depressed... why does that happen?
and not a beautiful lady's orifice?
there's not really any logical thought behind it, just one of those feelings I get for (seemingly) no apparent reason. It confuses me.
video yourself next time and watch it back, see if the hollow look that spreads across your face post-splurge makes you cry from the depths of your lonely life.
and were all at the bottom of your bed laughing at you and pointing and calling you pathetic
i dont know whatever
I've got a really disgusting pervy uncle and I never want him to die because Im convinced he will never leave my bedroom
Although I did my best to deny their existence when I was a young teenager.
And when I say "when I was a young teenager" I mean "whenever I've got a hangover".
Real men are self-sufficient. It's the emotional cop-outs who need other people to entertain them.
It's just that the utter fucking wimps who can't get through their lives on their own feel the need to make the real men feel bad...
Because I'm a real man.
As I say before, real men are self-sufficient. That would of course imply not needing other people and hence not getting lonely.
Loneliness is a sign of cowardice and an emotion only weak needy over-emotional non-real men suffer.
sometimes I don't even feel like one at the time, I just do it anyway as a practical measure, in case I can't sleep.
that's what my mum always said
dunno what the evolutionary reasons would be
and you're left staring at fetid bedsheets?
No word of a lie.
I really hope you're lying
such a beautiful thought. I'll have nice sexy dreams tonight.
during the process of masturbation you concentrate yourself entirely within the present, tricking your body with your own imagination to fulfill it's biological end. After the vinegar strokes not only have you fooled your body into believing it has fulfilled it's role, therefore leaving it with nothing to do, but your mind, sinking down from fantasy to sticky reality, fully appreciates the hollowness of your charade. So in many ways through masturbation you demonstrate the futility of your existence to both your body and your mind.
but you will never reprogram your body. And it's a bodily urge you are satisfying.
it appeared in a funny place though :)
not feeling so sad now,eh?
of potentional children in a few five-knuckle shuffles.
What does it mean?